His name is Riley. He enjoys following me around, lying over my feet and becomes impatiently loud when he cannot do so.
In two weeks, he has successfully eliminated my eating out habit, canceled several happy hours, and prompted me to work from home whenever I can.
He’s still quite a puppy and I wish I could take him on long walks around San Francisco. Morning jogs and evening strolls. Not yet though. For now, we enjoy racing up and down my hallway together.
